Look both ways

I'm not a great fan of smaltzy American dramatisations, nor of divisively organised religion, but I give thanks for watching a film last night about the gracious Amish reaction to the shootings at their school a few years ago. It was testament to the fact that living in accordance with the right parts of a testament is OK! Good folk doing it right, and Channel 5 got it right and didn't put in any ad breaks either...

I'm grateful I worked out to try collecting my post from the Post Office as the sorting office still hasn't realised they're not meant to be holding on to it any more. It took them a couple of weeks to realise they were supposed to be doing so in the first place so I guess it's about right. I'm grateful that although it was much warmer out than I imagined (and I was grumbling to myself about carrying a heavy cardi) down on the front it was breezier and haary. No, not something from a Steve Martin film - a touch of sea mist in the air. And I was grateful for meeting a lady from choir at the cafe to idle away a few minutes with. I usually see her from the side or behind so I wasn't 100% sure it was her at first!

I give thanks that the management company for the block here has confirmed they are getting quotes for the broken window and will be cleaning monthly. 'What management company?' I hear you ask. 'The one I made happen,' she replied smugly

I give thanks that the car that bumped into my little boy didn't hurt him very badly and that he's being so 'laid back' about a broken leg...